Golden сarriage for Cinderella. A novel about love

Peter put aВ rat trap with aВ sausage inside under the table.

– I hope that in the morning she will already be caught, don’t worry, they live only on the ground floor, – said Peter and, taking me by the hand, led me to bed.

We lay down together under the blanket, and IВ felt his lips begin toВ cover my body with kisses again. He spread my legs, and his kisses made them bend at the knees and put them on his shoulders. Soon IВ was convulsing with voluptuousness, his tongue caressed, and his lips kissed my bosom, and at that moment my paradise was right here andВ now.

Ding dong! Ding dong! The clock on the wall struck midnight. I’m walking through the house, this gloomy, gray house. Mother Maria is standing in one room with a dim light, she did not mind that I stayed with them for the night. And here’s another room. With a creak, the door slowly began to open itself. I became terribly interested, and I decided to take a look. What’s behind the door? The room was small, there was nothing in it, only gray wallpaper hung on the wall.

There was also aВ man sitting on the wall, his long, black hair was scattered all over his body, his face was also not visible, it was covered with long hair. The man began toВ run along the walls, floor and ceiling with great speed, suddenly he crawled up toВ me. IВ looked closely at his face and saw his eyes through his hair. Oh, my God, what did IВ see! It was Peter.

– Peter! Peter!” I shouted through my sleep.

– Vladochka, wake up, what happened?

Peter excitedly began toВ shake me byВ the shoulder.

My nightgown was soaked with sweat. When IВ came to, the same eyes from my nightmare were looking atВ me.

“It can’t be,” I thought. – This Peter from the dream is a real demon. What a stupid and terrible dream. My beloved is just an angel and a kind-hearted father.” I began to drive away the thoughts inspired by this nightmare.

– My sweet, what did you dream about? It’s like you’ve seen the devil.

– I saw him,” I whispered.

– I will take you to the temple for the service, and then you will definitely need to confess to me. And now we have a health day! Peter said.

– What are we going to do? I asked.

– I’ll heat the bathhouse now, there are birch brooms, we’ll get drunk, and then I’ll give you a massage, and you to me, if you want.

– Any queen would envy me.